Paper Planes (Afrikan Boy & Rye Rye Remix)

I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I'll get one done in a second if you wait I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I'll get one done in a second if you wait Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every step I get to I'm clockin' that game Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame Bona fide hustler making my name Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every step I get to I'm clockin' that game Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame Bonafide hustler making my name All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money She's fly like paper, gets high like planes Try to keep her from the U.S. but shes stronger than a gang Well she's got a lot of fame, messing with the wrong name I'm following her footsteps from the hood to the music game My city on fire, ain't no need to put it out Ain't about to set it up, 'cause I got fire in my mouth And about to bring it out to the world I want to touch the clouds, want to be a nature girl I feel the rain and it's telling me to go far I feel the pain and it's telling me the music calls Should I stay? Should I go? I don't know, I'm kind of lost But I'm aiming for success, I'm really sorry if you lost Never take drugs but I'm highed up All the music from my MC in the hood, growing up It gets hard when you try to blow it up So stressful, you say fuck it, you be like "I'm giving up" All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money I was at home, making my visa Slipping on my government, yeah you know how it goes man I'm fresh from Lagos, fresh from Nigeria If I look angry it's 'cause someone stole my visa If you walk into my kitchen you will see the white powder I'll be by the cooker, whipping at you harder Don't be alarmed I'm just cooking pounded yam Afrikan Boy, I'll never be a drug dealer I wrap and sell pepe in the markets of Abuja I'm a legend, something like Jay Jay Okocha My name is Olushola Ajose on my visa I live every day like it's the first of October The greatest hustler on earth I know is my mother Like mother, like son, familiar like my father Birds of the same flock share the same feather I just want to make my dollar and my Naira All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang) And a (click) (ching) And take your money Third world democracy Yeah, I've got more records than the K.G.B So, uh, no funny business Are you ready all? Some, some, some I, some I murder Some I, some I let go Some, some, some I, some I murder Some I, some I let go